Firefly Glen the wolf and the dragon
Private  September 05, 2017, 05:18 PM
Rannoch
Lost Creek Hollow
PPC
@Vaati and the Cerebus! 
 
After setting off in search of Cypress three days prior, Rannoch found himself in Firefly Glen as the sun touched the horizon to the west. He was happy to make the Glen his base for the night, as he had spent time on multiple occasions in the territory. Despite its proximity to his former home, something was comforting about this territory, and as such he found himself going about his travel with a sense of ease. 

Thus far, Cypress' scent had been hard to track down. The Alpha of the Vale had found scattered remnants of the trail, and to the best of his abilities, he pieced together the missing pieces. With this in mind, and his will to give in for the night absent, Rannoch followed along the path as he surveyed the territory in an attempt to scout out his brother.

a crime so old as the sky and bone
he came untied, solid as a stone
all is almost lost and it starts to show
September 05, 2017, 06:20 PM
Vaati
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tagging for reference! :D

        He has grown, if such a feat was possible. It was at this point that he nearly reached Kjalarr's height, if he did not so already. But he is not fully filled in just yet, his muscles were still to grow into its fullest potential, forming a man of impressive stature and build. It was for that reason that the thought even came to mind that he could take on who was possibly the largest male he had ever come across in his life. This male he knew, from moons ago. Rannoch had been one of the first to ever get a taste of Vaati's knack for deception, the first person he had ever explicitly practiced his talent of lying to.

         But they're rather fond history did not stop him from attempting something that had been building up steadily in his desires; his first kill. He would be the first of his litter to do so, an impressive feat to bring forth before a father he was secretly determined to impress. And his scent was all too familiar with someone who had wronged him not weeks before, the druid (@Mato). At the time, Vaati had recognized the scent to be of something that he knew, someone he had met before. It only clicked in his mind at that precise moment in time that it had been the scent of Rannoch, and piecing together what evidence he had gathered on his trip to Northstar Vale; the leader of that particular pack of kids. Perhaps it was time for the leader to pay for the mistakes of his followers. The druid had made a dire error that day of insulting him, and Vaati was a proud man.

        The thought of second-guessing does not even pass through his mind, and he charges, bellowing an ungodly roar just seconds before launching - teeth and claws - at the neck of the grayscaled man. He has no plan other than what Miraak has taught him, to keep his wits about him. The attack is sure to throw him off, for Vaati seems to come out of nowhere, disorientating the man at best. But it is the logistics of his attack that should settle a fear within the bones of his prey, that his attack is not out of survival but bloodlust, an addiction that cannot and will not be sated with defeat.
September 05, 2017, 06:43 PM
Rannoch
Lost Creek Hollow
PPC
The night escalated quickly; a blood-curdling roar sounded from a distance that was too close for comfort. The call jump-started the tempo of the Alpha's heart, and with the adrenaline rush aiding his actions, he scrambled to pinpoint where the cry had come from. From what Rannoch had previously observed, as he had entered the mutual lands, he had concluded that he had been alone in the Glen and had anticipated another tame night of scouting. But, apparently, this night was one that the Alpha would not soon forget. 

A shadow barreled closer to where Rannoch stood, bringing a threat that would bring even the bravest to their knees. It was as though death itself was propelling itself closer and all Rannoch could do was watch in horror. Even if he did want to run, it would have been too late for him to escape unscathed; even with his bulk, Vaati was swift. Had the Spiderling been slower, the Alpha might have realized just who the wolf was and perhaps knowing would have added more impact to Vaati's hit. 

With his body tense, Rannoch braced for impact. Despite his training in Guardianship, he was not a fighter by nature. But even he knew that the strongest of words would not distract his foe; Vaati would need to be met with tooth and claw. 

In an unexpected turn of events, the Spiderling went straight for the Alpha's throat. Easily toppled by the weight of the hit, Rannoch snarled as he went down and attempted to lunge his head forward to counter the attack. It was as this happened that hot blades of steel ripped at the tender flesh of Rannoch's throat and his attack ceased as Rannoch looked to the other's face with wide eyes as he found himself unable to negate the other's strike as Rannoch was already teetering along the fine line of life and death. 

Blood pooled, staining his pearly throat as Vaati kept his hold. The Alpha was growing weaker by the moment, and the light was slowly escaping from his turquoise eyes.

a crime so old as the sky and bone
he came untied, solid as a stone
all is almost lost and it starts to show
September 06, 2017, 06:42 PM
Hydra
Moonspear
Beta
She had only just convinced her sisters to adventure with her to the Vale to check on their would-be allies. Cypress had come a short time ago, but Hydra had spoken with her father on checking in on their leader for nothing more than showing face. They knew they were fine—to offer help now would be no sweat at all off their backs, not when no help was needed. Hydra was quite clever, and only ever sought to elevate Moonspear in the eyes of others. 

Of course, Rian came to mind...

She had been discussing how long it'd been since she'd seen him when she heard the sound that came from a near-distance. In fact, they were close enough to catch a glimpse of what was transpiring. Hydra would have been on her way if not for the fact of Moonspear's own proximity, and the cubs there—and after a beat, she recognized too the unmistakeable silhouette of Rannoch. 

Hydra's command was mute as she charged forward. Her ears flattened before thrusting forward: fan out, then close in. She herself let out no sound; the cerberus were experienced in the art of killing, necessary or not. There was a certain ruthlessness in every stride she took that explained wordlessly that if she had the chance to catch this wolf attacking Rannoch, he would be torn asunder by three mouths that had a terrible lust for blood when they could get it. There was, in fact, a thrill to killing—a certain switch flipped when the opportunity to do so presented itself. 

@Alya was to her right, and @Lyra to her left, but Hydra came for the boy head on. If he did not flee now, Hydra would ensure he never would alongside her other heads.

I'll find that you'll find that I'm lethal
September 06, 2017, 07:55 PM
Alya
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Alya listened with rapt attention to Hydra's woes. She could not usually summon the desire to care about the problems of others, but to Alya, her sisters were part of the collective self of the Cerberus. Her self-centered nature, therefore, remained intact.

Three heads turned with interest toward the sounds of scuffle. Alya didn't recognize either wolf, but that hardly mattered when Hydra gave her command. Dutifully, the girl set off opposite of Lyra, fanning and closing in just as Hydra wanted. And, like she always did in these cases, Alya served as a distraction for her more stealthy and more timid - respectively - sisters. When she closed in on the pale wolf's left (Hydra's right), she loosed a barrage of loud, fearsome barks, hopefully drawing the boy's full attention, and thus, giving Lyra and Hydra a chance to deal some damage.
September 10, 2017, 11:52 AM
Lyra
Moonspear
Epsilon
She had been busying herself the past few weeks with Terance and Galaxy respectively, finding just as the former was finally feeling himself again, the latter needed attention. Her sister's affliction was a different sort compared to Terance, however. It had led to her becoming physically ill but Lyra still didn't understand the why. Hydra had explained (and assured her that she had drummed some fear into their younger sister) though she still wasn't sure what to make of it. Galaxy seemed to be coming around, though, so Lyra allowed herself to join her mirror images on an outing (though, the fact that they may meet Cypress might have had some sway in her decision).

She listened as attentively as Alya as Hydra spoke, before they all turned with eerie unison towards the unexpected sound. Immediately, Lyra's stomach lurched as the familiar smell of blood tainted the air and her sisters took off silently. She followed close behind, noting Hydra's gesture and taking up the left side of their approach. Her heart thrummed with the usual rush of adrenalin and excitement that came with an impending fight, though already she felt a sense of dread upon seeing the blood spill from the man's wound as they got closer. Had they arrived too late?

As Hydra met the pale attacker head on and Alya sought to distract, Lyra rushed forward to get as close as she could to the victim. She had a fleeting feeling as if they had intruded upon a battle between two titans; they two males were just huge! As much as her sisters had proved they were able to handle themselves, she worried for them still, especially in moments like these. The white-furred wolf still had the other man's neck in his jaws, and Lyra dashed forward with a snarl, ready to shield the dying wolf as soon as the stranger let go. If he did.
September 20, 2017, 03:23 PM
Vaati
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SO sorry for the wait!!! pp & all injuries were pre-discussed and given the OK :) I assumed a lot of things in here for the sake of just getting it posted but anyone, please let me know if you need anything at all changed! 
        His attack is met with little defense, which for a moment, surprises the younger male. Perhaps he expected more from the previously seemingly unconquerable leader who had once intimidated even Vaati to his core. But he did not waste time questioning the victory that came all too easy. It was a pitiful but fulfilling sight to see the great beast bleed freely at his feet, and the simple knowledge that he has stolen a life from its natural course was validating enough. However, Vaati was not left to relish in is victory very much longer before the rush of air and interference of scent brought forth three shadowed figures to the scene of the crime like reapers in the night coming to collect the dead, each following after the other but moving together as one. They hold a presence about them that mimics the one many those native to the dark woods hold, the air of superiority, death and malice. It does not faze him; the feeling of the end creeping up on him is one he was born into and there are very few things in this world that truly shake his comfort. However, he recognizes he is massively outnumbered and though he does not know the intent in which they have come, his ears fall flat against his skull and a lets a feral snarl out from a blood coated snout in return. They have no business with him, as far as he knows, and the urge to do to them what he did to Rannoch is sated only by the extreme suspicion he holds; he licks his lips in anticipation. 

        Ironically, this time for suspicion passes in a mere instant before the three descend upon in in an unholy wrath stemmed from nothing of value, but foolish loyalty he will never understand. Every muscle, limb, and weak spot is targeted by rows of teeth and claw, and he lets loose a hollowed cackle with enough madness in it, one could assume nothing could be done to the state of his body that has not already been done to his mind. But teeth and claw land and the stinging sensation sends the first rush of true fear he has ever felt. The pain hits him, and oh, it hits him hard; the audible sound of hair tearing from its girth, the scent of his own blood seeping from previously unmarred skin, and his own failing retaliation were sensations he had never felt before, and he can not bring himself to hate it. His bloodlust would be sated, yes, but that did not necessarily demand the blood be spilled from any other than himself; it was a feeling that gave him more euphoria than slaying Rannoch, proving to be an unnecessary killing when such a high could be made off of his own pain. Perhaps it is the ideology that even in the face of his own mortality, he does not fear the blackness of what would come for is simple; Vaati does not fear death. He never has.

        It is Hydra's claw, tooth, and nail upon his eye that shakes him from his state of adrenaline high, and his heartbeat pounds out of his chest and into his ears before he staggers back, wasted with defeat and vision clouded only by the red of his own blood. In fact, he can't see anything else. An enraged roar, one filled with an anger so deep that he has never — and will never again feel — bellows from the depths of his chest, pain mixed with utter fear of what he may just lost. He can't run far, the wounds caused by the other two wraiths have temporarily crippled his ability to do so but he tries anyway, beelining it in the direction of his home. Home, where he will later be found by his mother, and to her horror. But it is a promise he swears under his breath, an oath, that the Three Fates will suffer by his claw in the same manner they had done him, and they will each take up a place beside each other as one,  heads on the border of Blackfeather Woods.
September 20, 2017, 03:46 PM
Hydra
Moonspear
Beta
Chan asked to be skipped!
 

Each blow she delivers lands perfectly, with little retribution. The being seemed to relish in the pain, and Hydra was unrelenting; she would kill him, if he did not move, and relish in the act herself. But soon he fled, and she rumbled to her sisters to stay before she snarled savagely: Come back, and we will finish what we've started. They would do it now, if not for the fact that Rannoch lay there bleeding at their feet. One could not kill the Fates—it was they who decided what to do with the threads of life, and on this day, they spared his own. One need not fear death to know it was coming for them. His would not be the first life she had taken. When she did snuff the violent light from his eyes, it still would not be the last. 

She licked her bloodied chops before she sunk her teeth into Rannoch's ruff. She looked to her sisters, who would surely help her. The adrenaline she felt did not allow her to be unnerved, then, but she would not soon forget the sound of Vaati's laughter. He was mad—he was the first of his kind she had met. He needed to die, she decided, as she began to move Rannoch back toward Moonspear with her mirror images.

I'll find that you'll find that I'm lethal